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Examine Every Nerve
I examine every nerve I have
Looking for the damage caused
A defective course of action
Creating inaction
The bustling buzz of cars
Underneath my feet
Standing on bridges above the city
Elite
My back arches as I inhale the wind
I am the chief of my soul
In complete control
My feet brace for a jump
As my legs can barely release up
The colorful whirl of lights
And distant boats
East river floats
I launch out into the night
Light of the Wren – Chase the Sun
Profuse and too many to count
The Austin suns beams
Bending over hills
Setting over the Western runs
The sun
Like a wren
Of the new world
Singing its praises
As the daylights time
Comes due
The city’s unique song
Lingers in my ears
Joy to my heart
Warmth to my limbs
We come limping in at 3 AM
From a wrathful road of flurries
To a fresh morning
As crisp as gently plucked berries
Scandalous in the evening sun
Slipping a cloth lightly over the door
As we embark on the city
Once more
As we disengage the night and snore
We then wake again
When the closing time comes
We set out and chase the sun
Scintillating and Wide – Clear Moon Weather
Scintillating and wide
Open to the sky
The black above was almost
Tangible
If I could only transport my hand
From this land
To way above
I would crack the ceiling of the sky
Like a cracker under foot
Fearless attempts to reach higher
Moves of inspiration
Rather than that of a scary nature
To move the minds of my own wife
From the toxic smelly life on the road
To the clean connections of being or having
A home
I do not disparage any connections
We have or will create
We must learn to rely on our instincts
The sky above flickers and winks
From the spotty reflection in the water
To the highest star burning brighter
Sky connecting us together
Under the clear moon weather
Wiley Uncertain Progress
We were safe for a couple days
Laid up down south
And feeling strange
Unusual rather than usual
Not pampered but
Taken care of
As a musician this is luxury
Unknown
Until this moment
We behold
My wife and I relish in
Wiley uncertain progress
But today we hold each other close
Knowing we have a certain relaxation
Safe in moments exhalations
We cherish the wild open future
And relish the present
Cantankerous and Noisy
I know a ritzy town
Where the houses are big
Rigged with luxuries
The proposition tugs at me
But maybe I will head to Detroit
I am an artist
Hipster guess stereotyped
I find it rather terrific
To be cantankerous and noisy
Rather than sterilized to the squeak
That my shoes should rub on the floors
The thought of luxury affords me
Relinquishing in the laugh of heart
Maybe I will a piece of Detroit my own part
A small tin house on a hill
A fixer upper at will
Willingly I will go to the rust belt it seems
Although it may be perceived as synonymous
With crazy
At least I will try
Try it out in
Detroit
The Song
It just stuck
Inside my ears
The melody rang clear
Concise and proper
The song I have to admit
Was quite a show stopper
Such a wonder to behold
A song could produce such gaping holes
In the psyche of mankind
Womankind
Any kind
Words piercing and true
Untied the ropes of ego and self esteem
All undone
In just one
Song
Sung
Lost
The lost will
Unwilling
Filled with uncertainty
My own will
Now lacking in motivation
To keep forging forward
Through uncertainties I am facing
I hope to never back down
Face the crowd
Hold on to the ideals of a crown
But at the end of some journeys
There is a state of contemplation
Exempted from no hopes or joys
Embattled with corrupted kill joys
I have to pick myself up
When other clearly would enjoy a takedown
Unwilling to fall in
Give in
Carry on
Sing a song
But for now the road seems distant and long
I can not deny the challenges ahead
With ever ounce I gather I give
To be found alive rather than dead
Handsome
Handsome
Holding harrowing movements
Held up to higher standards
Refusing confrontation
Frustration
To keep the handsome look at ease
As horses drink from the sea
A salty water of no useful notion
Apologizing while blustered in blushing motion
Yet dropping dead at the next race
Handsome hopes with fragile face
To refuse would be no option
What is good may not be so beneficial
What hopes ride are though of as unofficial
While the cycle continues
Handsome hands holding their true hue
Undue pressure pushed back
The water of a pitcher held in good esteem
Will flow back to the ocean in a stream
Peace Preservation
My chivalrous monotony
Bending hope of autonomy
Keeping up with happiness created
A magenta across the color palette
To a simple green on the ground
In thwarted moments I hold dear
To hold the peace
Rather than steer the conversation
Into uncharted grounds
I use glue to stop the moments
Complement and own it
As me and my wife
Travel on tires thin and balding
As superficial as the moments we are holding
I push the pencil through punishment and pain
We hope to grow as we take our new strains
Of life and work new masterpieces
It is helpful to remember
Pulling into the station
Of the concrete jungle
And broken slabs plantation
On the road we embrace meditation
Stop confrontation
For peace preservation
A Cup of Songwriting 